The main resort consisted of a small strip of shops, restaurants and bars. It was a busy evening and the street was full of holidaymakers. They stopped outside a brightly lit store which seemed to sell everything from beach towels to groceries.
Marian turned to her sister. “I must say I’m surprised that you picked Sa Coma to come to. I would have thought Palma Nova or Magaluf would have been more your kind of thing.”
“I told you I worked here,” Shelly replied, “and I wanted a quieter resort.”
Rose paused by a row of swimwear to admire a pretty red bikini.
“You should get that.” Shelly placed her hands on Rose’s shoulder. “The colour would look amazing on you.”
“Yes, treat yourself,” Marian urged, “and get some colour on that milk bottle belly of yours.”
Rose glanced at the price tag
